Annabelle's Origin Story

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Annabelle was a character that I became infatuated with after a dream about two years ago. I wrote down her story as I had seen it from the dream, and later designed her appearance, since I had seen what had happened to her first hand. Though.. I did hear a bit about her appearance from those around her. Here is her story...



She wasn't always the way that she appears now. She didn't have cat attributes or super-soldier strength, thinking, speed, or reflexes. She had a family. She was about the age eighteen, living with her mother and father. Her mother was home all the time, coddling Annabelle by always being there to talk to her and by being overbearing towards her through being over-protective, having her inside before a certain time and having her check-in with her mom every half hour. Annabelle’s dad never seemed to be home. He was always away on business, but, when he was home, he never seemed to want anything to do with her. He was always just distant, a side-effect from the recent war that their nation was still recovering from. Annabelle never really understood why her dad never talked to her anymore, but she figured he was going to come back home mentally someday.

Annabelle never got to see that day. One day, she was late coming home because she was at a friend’s, studying for a big exam coming up. One of her biggest mistakes was walking home alone in those dark alley ways that she had taken seemingly a thousand times before in the day. She heard some rattling somewhere behind her, and a prickling feeling of being watched bathed her in a cold feeling. She whipped around only to see what appeared to be nothing more than a cloth sack, then no sight at all. Darkness shrouded her vision as a sharp pain bloomed on the back of her skull, making her lose consciousness.

When she awoke, she was in a cage made up of what appeared to be iron, though she was aware that, from the scent, it truly wasn't, but she consciously had no idea why. She sat up, looking around to find out her other surroundings was that of a strange lab. Many instruments of unknown functions littered almost the entire area, save for clear paths. Scientific equations, written out on sheets of paper and whiteboards, covered every last table surface and clear section of wall, as well as a name which read "S.S. testing facility D1795." She frowned. Everything was too clear. Too sharp. She stood, panic welling in her heart, and with blind force, and a bit of pain, she crashed through the bars of her prison, and ran. She didn't know where she was running to, nor why the alarms started shrieking in her ears, but she needed to get out. She soon found herself down a hall, and out of the large doors with, surprisingly, no resistance. She ran and ran, going for days without stopping, until her legs finally gave out on a dirt road during a thunderstorm. By the time her strength gave out on her, however, the hospital gown that she was in from the facility was in tatters. She couldn't move anymore, she realized as her consciousness faded out . She was too tired...
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monkeeavatar's avatar
that sounds amazing. Nuff said.